13 year old Casey rarely ever entered her stepfather's snake shed, and never alone. She hated snakes. But today she was dying to get high and lie out in the sun in her new bikini. Get baked before getting baked was always a good thing. It certainly beat studying or helping mom clean the house. Like most middle-schoolers, she tuned her mother out like a bad radio station. She knew her stepdad might have a stash in the shed, as there was no mistaking the smell that wafted on occasion when he was home. And opening the lock was easy as she knew where he hid the key.  What she didn’t know was that her stepfather was baby sitting a friend’s 25 foot anaconda named Lucy, and that Lucy, tightly curled and hidden from sight in a low cupboard, was watching the tiny teen with interest. And while even a full grown anaconda would rarely attack a full grown human, the diminutive 4’10 and 85 pound fleshy creature intrigued her. It just might be possible. Casey peeked and poked through all the drawers and cabinets in search of her fathers stash, when to her surprise she saw the baggie sitting right out in the open on the backside of the desk. But as she reached for it, she knocked it off behind desk. Lucy had been watching the human scurry about, not unlike the stupid mice and rats that she is sometimes fed, reminding her just how hungry she was. She watched the nimble creature get down, lying on its stomach, probably scavenging for food under the far desk, it’s little feet wiggling in the air.  Vulnerable. Casey had just clutched the baggie but her triumph was short-lived as she felt a heavy slick weight wrapping through her legs. She tried to get up quickly and might have escaped, but only succeeded in smacking her head on the bottom of the desk. Before she could recover the snake had already wrapped itself around her chest and arms. Casey was in denial as the snake began to tighten itself around her. This couldn’t be happening. It was too stupid, like something out of a crappy movie. Surely it would let her go any second. But Lucy didn’t let go and the humans struggling and clawing only made her constrict more. Casey could barely breathe let alone scream for help. While her right leg was free, it was useless to help her in any way. She knew she could even die. Where was her stupid stepdad? How could you go from lying in the sun to being squeezed to death by a snake? What would all the kids at school think? Was there anything worse than having this all over facebook? Then, unbelievably she felt the snake opening his mouth on the top of her head. She could feel its mouth unhinging and then the pain that shot through her body when its razor sharp teeth sunk into her scalp. Then the snakes body seemed to convulse, rolling inside its skin towards its head and with it another push, it's mouth opening wider onto her head. The true horror of the situation set in on the young girl. The fucking snake wasn't just trying to kill her, it was trying to eat her. Like the pictures that that weirdo Billy Wilcox draws history class, with the giant snake and only the girl's little feet sticking out of its mouth. With each successive roll it moved further down. But there was still time. Somehow she’d be saved. When Casey’s stepfather arrived home a few hours later he was surprised to find the shed door unlocked and even more shocked to see the huge, bloated misshapen snake in the middle of the floor with his stepdaughter's legs, from the knee down sticking out of its grotesquely stretched mouth, her toes painted bright in multicolored nail polish. For a moment he thought she might still be alive as her legs twitched, but it was only the snake’s body rippling, its head engulfing a tiny bit more of the young girl’s body. He wasn't surprised when he felt his cock growing hard. He never cared much for the girl. His only regret was not getting here an hour earlier before the snake got to that sweet pussy of hers. Still he managed to take quite a few pictures and masturbate before feigning horror when telling her mother and calling 911.

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